I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

"You got Aatrox?" Ron leaned closer. "How about I trade you Morgan le Fay's?"

“No, this is my first picture card.” Harry carefully placed Aatrox’s picture card in his breast pocket, as if he could feel his heartbeat that way.

“Alright.” Ron shook his head regretfully, feeling his hopes were fading, but then his spirits lifted again. “By the way, would you like to see my spell?”

He picked up the cage beside him, inside which was an owl the size of a fist. Ron said proudly, "This is Piglet, named by my sister Ginny."

"Pfft." Harry burst out laughing.

“Well, the name is a bit strange.” Ron scratched his red hair and pulled out a brand new wand. “This was originally a fine piece that was to be sent to the wand fair. It was one of Ollivander’s prized possessions. Later, the wand fair was canceled, and this batch of goods was sold to us at a low price by Mr. Aatrox.”

Realizing he'd gone a bit off-topic, Ron cleared his throat and gestured for Harry to look over: "Look at me, look at me, I'm going to change it to another color..."

Just then, someone knocked on their private room door, and a sobbing boy walked in: "Have you...have you seen my...my toad?"

"Sorry, no." Harry got goosebumps all over. "Perhaps you could try looking somewhere else?"

They had just seen the dejected boy off when another girl ran over: "Have you seen Neville's toad?"

“Wow, I really don’t know what a toad is.” Ron gripped his wand and said to the girl with brown hair and a pair of large front teeth, “Why don’t you go look for him in another box… Why are you looking at me like that?”

"Uh, it looks like you're about to cast a spell?" The girl sat down opposite him as if they were old friends, gesturing for him to do so.

Ron nervously swallowed, pointed his wand at the little owl, and with a spark from the wand tip, one of the little owl's wings turned orange.

"Harry, I did it!" Ron excitedly reached out and gave Harry a high five.

"It's amazing!" Harry Potter exclaimed.

“Harry? Your name is Harry Potter, right?” The girl suddenly blinked. “I’ve seen your name in many books. Anyway, it’s nice to meet you here—I’m Hermione Granger—and you?”

“Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.

Hermione looked around and suddenly noticed the bad glasses on Harry Potter's nose.

“Ahem, I’ve spotted a pretty good target for my spell… Mr. Potter, would you mind if I fixed your glasses?”

“Oh, no… go ahead.” Harry was about to take the glasses off his nose when Hermione stopped him.

Hermione drew her wand, pointed it at Harry Potter's nose, and whispered a spell.

A green light emerged from the wand.

"Restored as new."

This was the incantation sound in Ron Weasley's ears.

But to Harry Potter, whose pupils suddenly widened, came a murderous shout of "Avada Kedavra".

An endless green light appeared before his eyes, engulfing his body and consciousness.

A faint scream echoed from the depths of my brain, but vanished in an instant.

Harry Potter fell into a coma.

"Ho... Ah!"

When he woke up, it was already night, and the train was pulling into the station.

Harry opened his eyes, feeling completely relaxed—he had never felt so comfortable before, and even the lightning bolt scar on his forehead no longer throbbed; all the pain had vanished.

“I feel great,” he told Ron.

“Yeah, Hermione said you were too tired. That spell not only fixed your glasses, but it also made you feel really relaxed.” Ron nudged his shoulder and winked at Harry.

Hermione ran over from the side: "What are you waiting for? We should get off the bus."

A smile appeared on Harry Potter's face; the pain that had burdened him for eleven years was gone.

His magical journey is just beginning.

141 Come out and greet your king♂

[Current World: Awakening World (Cult Simulator)]

[Current remaining travel attempts: 0 (on cooldown).]

[Possessing the following secret techniques: Exclusive Level 1 Pseudo-Canon Secret Technique - Testimony of the Furnace (Casting, Flint); Exclusive to the Daytime Forge of the Divine Star - Level 1 Orthodox Secret Technique - The Secret of Forging (Casting, Lamp); Exclusive to the Double-Horned Axe of the Divine Star - Level 1 Orthodox Secret Technique - Forked Antlers (Start, Winter)...]

[Current season: A time of calm and tranquility.]

Tomorrow will be a better day.

"Cultists of the Reshaping Hand, come forth to greet your King!"

A door on the second floor of Walden Pond Bar was kicked open, and Li Lin, who had successfully advanced to the second mark, walked out laughing wildly. Wherever he went, chaos ensued, and everyone who saw him avoided him like the plague.

It's not that they weren't afraid of Li Lin before, it's just that Master Li's current level of madness seems to be far greater than before.

Realizing that Li Lin was starting to cause trouble, Forget-Me-Not, who was standing at the bar counter, changed her expression several times. After hurriedly ending her conversation with the customer at the front desk, she rushed upstairs and stopped Li Lin, who was riding high on his smug horse and about to lavish praise on him for his past despicable behavior.

"Didn't you just go back to your room and say you wanted to rest?" There was a hint of resentment in Forget-Me-Not's tone, probably because she was somewhat dissatisfied with Li Lin for going back on his word.

Li Lin, who was somewhat confused about time, suddenly realized what was going on. He smiled shyly, said nothing, and turned to leave.

As everyone knows, when Master Li remains silent, you'd better think about what you did wrong.

Forget-Me-Not was immediately terrified and stopped Li Lin again: "Alright, please allow me to ask what you plan to do. After all, your demeanor is just too... outstanding. Your frequent visits to Walden Pond Bar may attract the attention of the official superhumans."

Li Lin, who is usually swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force, was very pleased with the kind words spoken by Forget-Me-Not.

"I want to go out for a stroll," Li Lin explained, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Why make such a big fuss just to go shopping? Forget-me-not almost suffocated for a moment.

“Alright, I hope you return soon.” Forget-Me-Not’s expression returned to calm, and she bowed slightly to Li Lin. “Recently, Vienna has been rather turbulent. The secret organizations of this era are expanding their influence…”

For some reason, I always felt that if Li Lin really clashed with those secret organizations, the ones who would suffer would be those ignorant and reckless cultists.

You have no idea how terrifying this man is... After shaking her head to banish her wild thoughts, Forget-Me-Not returned to the bar.

......

A thick fog descended upon Vienna.

The fog drifted over the industrial area, carrying a dry smell. With the end of the world war, Vienna's industrial system was gradually returning to normal, which was a good sign.

The exile touched his short, bouncy hair, and what he had seen on the platform earlier seemed like an unreal dream.

She had heard of the woman with the black dog from her former colleagues who had worked for the purge.

It was a "gathering" far more powerful and terrifying than any secret organization in the waking world—they called themselves "Ligiya".

If we're referring specifically to the word "Ligeia" appearing in the waking world, it originates from Edgar Allan Poe's 19th-century suspenseful short story, "Ligeia."

In this novel, Ligeia is a flawless, mysterious, and beautiful woman. However, what is more attractive than her outward beauty is the desire hidden within her.

They were insatiable with thirst, bound by their own desires, and were “sinners” in another sense, but compared to themselves, the exiles, these “sinners” were still much freer.

On that occasion, a group of cleansers entered a certain Ligeia's hunting grounds, only to be devoured by the ravenous Ligeia.

However, even among the Ligeia, their definition of thirst differs.

The "Lighia" member living in Vienna was a little more patient than her sister in the Soviet Union; at least she didn't rush at her the moment she saw her.

The exile stood by the misty roadside, placed the huge box beside him, hesitated for a moment, and then uncertainly took a slip of paper from his coat pocket.

The front of the note had a few lines drawn crookedly, and you could vaguely make out that it was a simple map.

On the back is an address and a strange pattern, representing her "acquaintance" in this place.

Calling him an "acquaintance" isn't quite accurate, since this is where Ligeia lives. She had met that eccentric key hunter once before when she passed through this place two years ago.

The Key Hunter's mastery of the Code of Revelation was enough to allow him to escape unscathed from the siege of several Purifiers.

Now that she has betrayed the Liquidators, the Key Hunter, who had a past conflict with them, has become her ally.

Having decided to find the key hunter first, the exile put the note back in her pocket, but when she looked down, she found that her suitcase was gone.

The exiles looked up and gazed at the bustling crowd in the mist.

An ordinary person cannot steal what belongs to a superhuman.

Then there's only one possibility—a thief who is also a superhuman has his eye on her.

They may not be the purgers. There are signs when that group enters the city; they always make a big show of it and don't need to hide.

Moths are the code of madmen and deceivers, while Revelation is the code of thieves and oracles... Rather than silently approaching her and deceiving her five senses, the exile believed that some thief had opened a door on the ground and taken her box directly.

The box contained some money, but more importantly, it contained several rare items obtained from the enemy, which she intended to sell somewhere.

The exile's eyes dimmed. If her pupils were like a pair of gems before, now darkness began to surge within those gems like a tide.

“This is really troublesome—I didn’t want to deal with the local secretive organization this way.”

"But that's good too. Once we make a name for ourselves, everything will fall into place."

As for the key hunter, we'll have to visit him later.

......

Four blocks away, in a casino, Li Lin, an old acquaintance of the exile, was sitting at a gambling table.

He was aimlessly strolling down the street when, in a daze, he was pulled inside by a young lady at the door, and then, in a daze, he sat down at a gambling table and started gambling.

Inside the not-so-tall gambling den, the flashing lights and bustling noise almost completely masked the stench of sweat from the crowd.